"Well folks, we have calm skies ahead so I'm going to go ahead and turn off the fasten seatbelt sign, you're free to move about Air Force One. I hope you kids enjoy your flight; you and your dates deserve it for winning the Teen Future President Essay Contest!" the Captain announced over intercom.

Edward, however, was feeling anything but calm. Inside his heart was a storm of emotions. Camilla was tittering with Cas in the corner. He couldn't help but feel threatened; her scheming and torn him and Bella apart. Bella…

Bella was slumped in the corner, nervously playing with her glossy locks. Edward felt a surge of familiar yearning… but no, he reminded himself, that could never be. Besides, he was with Cas now. He was happy.

He was happy, right? Well, he had won this essay contest. One step closer to being the first vampire president, he tried to reassure himself. He failed and pined poetically. Just then, his date appeared.

"Hey," Cas smiled. Cas was beautiful. His hair fell artfully on his forehead; he had a tiny smirk that Edward had to resist kissing away. He was an angel in the literal of the word. How, then, did it seem to Edward, that Bella was more angelic?

He tore himself away from the thought. He was happy with Cas. He'd rescued him from the grips of a horrible sex addiction and never looked back. Sure, they had trouble, but who hadn't? He loved Castiel.

Just then, Barack Obama came in. "Welcome, future Teen Presidents (and dates)!" He boomed. "I HOPE you all have a good time. I HOPE this trip inspires you. I HOPE to speak to each of you personally."

He first approached Camilla and her date Bella. Edward couldn't hear what they were saying but Camilla was moving her eyebrows with exaggerated enthusiasm and Bella was looking uncomfortable.

Barack then came to Edward, and his date Castiel. He shook both their hands firmly. Did Edward imagine it, or did Barack's hand linger on Cas's? "It's great to meet you both," Barack smiled, glancing at Cas. "I HOPE to talk to you all individually and develop a line of communication with the young people of America." He looked at Castiel askance. "How about you first? Why don't you come down to the presidential suite."